I like the physics in Konosuba's scene, but for more than just the booba bouncin though. In Dragon Maid's scene the blur lines make Kobayashi's slap seem like just a whiff and it comes straight down on Illulu's left boob, yet somehow both booba bounce. You just can't convince me that the energy of that whiff was angled towards both booba. On the other hand, Konosuba's just perfects those sorts details. Although it's a bit slower paced compared to Dragon Maid's you can watch Megumin wind back to properly give her slaps power, and Yunyun properly recoiled up and away in accordance. I have to say Dragon Maid's scene just can't compare in this regard
But on the other hand, Illulu's booba flailing takes up half the screen so I'm gonna have to declare this a tie.
Damn saw this one guy getting beat up by 2 other dudes today so I tried to go help, didn’t stand a chance against the 3 of us.
Chungus has no beginning. Chungus has no end
Chungus has no beginning. Chungus has no end. Chungus is infinite. Millions of years after our civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, Chungus will endure.
Chungus is eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence.
We are but rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. We touch Chungus' mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Our lives are measured in years and decades. We wither and die. Chungus is eternal. Before it, we are nothing.
Chungus imposes order on the chaos of organic life. We exist because Chungus allows it, and we will end because Chungus demands it.
Chungus transcends our very understanding. We cannot grasp the nature of Chungus' existence.
Chungus has no beginning. Chungus has no end. Chungus is infinite. Millions of years after our civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, Chungus will endure.
Chungus is eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence.
We are but rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. We touch Chungus' mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Our lives are measured in years and decades. We wither and die. Chungus is eternal. Before it, we are nothing.
Chungus imposes order on the chaos of organic life. We exist because Chungus allows it, and we will end because Chungus demands it.
Chungus transcends our very understanding. We cannot grasp the nature of Chungus' existence.